Lycan King's Cursed and Rejected Mate
Kael shouted from the perimeter, drawing his weapon.
"Stay back!" I ordered, knowing his interference would ruin everything. I scrambled to my feet as the aggressive Feral circled me.
Drawing on my last reserves of strength, I began to sing, not the ritual chant, but something more primal. The melody came from somewhere beyond memory, as if the blood of Neriah herself flowed through my veins, guiding me.
The attacking Feral froze, mesmerized. The others fell silent, watching.
The full moon reached its zenith directly overhead, bathing the clearing in white light so bright it rivaled day. I felt a power surge through me, unlike anything I'd experienced before. My voice strengthened, the song